here I wish life could be like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio,
Communication break down again, again Your emerald eyes say it all for you Thoughts from your mind speak loud and clear, and clear Your options manifest
D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
shitty song on the radio... Let's go! I'll kick the teeth out of your face I killed the cat there's no more chase You push on me I'll push you back
Each Day Replay My Relay Race, When I Was Chasin The Afee At Eighteen Eight Years Later His Voice In Beijing No Choice I Chase Cream, So [Eminem:]
: [2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut
more sure A little more wise And couragious You told me to look much further You told me to walk much more You told me that music matters And to chase
tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been
: [Radio talkback...] [Cheers] Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land
Sun dash down the fire escape past the weed gate the weed gate, thought it was a sting, popped the tre' 8 Jakes givin chase, now the dread's my 'space
spoke for us all, spoke for us all I saw loaded linen tables And a motherless colt then it was gone I saw hungry brothers waiting With the radio on, radio
zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio
celebrate the minute you was havin dough I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio
skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves The radio
But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa's growin And it's like "oh shit, she was just born" And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio) If I hear another
nothing out here for you... ZORO: Oh yes there is...this! [somebody from the Firm] Yo Nas Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son? [
I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (Still, still, still) Livin' the good life, good life uh huh good life (We livin' the life) [JS] It ain't nothin' but a paper chase
